Chapter 237: The Old Daoist of the Barren Mountain

An unnamed barren mountain.A dilapidated Daoist temple.The roof tiles were broken, and the plaster peeled from the walls.“Master—!”A childish wail broke the stillness of the mountain.A little Daoist boy of about seven or eight squatted before the stove, covered in soot and dust.Holding half a firewood stick in his hand, he looked pitifully at the old Daoist lying in the rocking chair.“We’re out of rice!”“We’re really out of rice!”“Yesterday you insisted on drinking wine and traded the rice money for...